Words, just words

But in Order they create meanings:

despair, sin
guilt, regret
repentence, hope
thinking, despair
sorrow, repression
suffering, pain:
man's eternal lot

ressentiment
revolution
regret
And again
The course of history
Does this leave room
for progress?

When can we ever have redemption?

Will we ever forgive ourselves?

Will we ever learn from our mistakes?

Do we get better or worse, improve or deteriorate?

One thing is for certain: decay.

That is what growth is.

Freedom: not to have to worry about being killed.

And the freedom to worry about whatever you want.

As the lights in the windows have all shut off and the city begins to fall asleep:

No sleep for three days thinking:
thinking and being, their
identity and difference:
no reconciliation

At least I don't cease breathing
as I move back and forth between hope and despair